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Liv Franklin leaned against her van with lithe unassuming grace, taking a moment to sun herself and relax as she waited for her son to get out of school.

Liv knew that she drew looks of envy from the other moms at school. Still in her mid-thirties, she had a tight, buxom body and a smooth, unlined face that was difficult for the other women in the pickup lane to match. Whatever. Liv didn’t feel bad for them. If they wanted to be the young mother of an 18-year-old boy, then they should have been a teen mom like she had been.

Liv suspected they wouldn’t like that trade-off.

It hadn’t been easy. In a lot of ways, Liv felt like it hadn’t been until the past few years that she had finally gotten her life in order. But things were good now. She had lucked into her job at the mayor’s office a few years back, which let her and Elliot afford a better apartment. She was seeing a really nice guy. And, although she would miss Elliot terribly when he went off to college in the fall, she was looking forward to being an independent childless woman for the first time in 18 years. Maybe things could really heat up with her new boyfriend.

Even marriage was on the table.

So the envious eyes of the old hags didn’t bother her that much. Just as Liv opened her eyes from her brief reflection, she saw her son Elliot headed out of the school with his group of friends. She waved at him with a sunny smile, but her expression curdled a little as she glanced at his friends.

Liv could handle the negative attention from her fellow moms. But the positive attention from her son’s classmates was harder to swallow. Even from this distance, she could feel their slimy little eyes crawling over her body. Didn’t they have any shame? She was their buddy’s mom from God’s sake.

On some level, she understood, of course. There would always be an allure for some young men toward confident older women. Especially confident older women with lustrous raven black hair, visible tattoos, and a habit of overdoing their eye makeup a little. Her style and vibe scratched an itch for young men looking for something… a little harder-edged. She got that. She didn’t even necessarily mind if the little pervs had sneaky jerkoff fantasies about their pal’s young, hot mom.

She just wanted them to stop staring at her tits.

Liv’s tits were magnificent. Fantastic. Incredible. All the superlatives that she had heard men say dozens of times before. They should be. She had paid enough for them. 18-year-olds weren’t known for their self-control, but these boys did such a bad job controlling their eyes that they had worn Liv's patience thin. She couldn't wait until Elliot was safely off to college and she never had to see any of these boys ever again.

Liv gave a thin smile to her son as Elliot held up a finger in a “one-second” gesture, deep in a conversation with his friend group. But the smile disappeared as Marco De Luca peeled off from the group and headed toward her.

Marco was living proof that you couldn’t choose your child’s friends for him, because if Liv had her way, Marco wouldn’t be allowed within fifty feet of her son. He was the kind of cunning, lazy man who never succeeded at anything, but always found someone else to blame for it. In high school, that had translated to him being a burnout and a bad influence on her boy. But Liv could see where it would lead him in life: a dead-end job at a gas station or autobody shop and a smoldering resentment toward anyone who had made something of their lives. It was probably a shitty thing to think about a kid, but Liv didn’t care. She had already noticed Marco’s resentment toward Elliot for going to college, and she was thankful that soon Elliot would be out of his “best friend’s” influence forever. She knew Marco’s type too well. She used to have to deal with shitheads like him all the time.

And he was the worst of the bunch when it came to staring at her chest as well. Even as he came sauntering up to her with an oily smile on his face, his eyes were locked onto her chest, shamelessly mentally undressing her. Liv gritted her teeth. School would be out in a few months. She probably wouldn’t have to see this kid more than any handful of times ever again. Now wasn’t the time to make a fuss.

“Marco,” Liv said cooly. “How are things? Got your plans all lined up for next year?” she asked, unable to make herself sound interested.

Marco shrugged noncommittally. His muddy brown eyes finally slid lazily up from her chest to meet hers. “My Uncle owns a repair shop in town,” he said in a voice already rough and deep from smoking. “I might try that out. See how I like it.”

Liv had to keep herself from smirking. Well look at that, she had got it in one. She couldn’t help ]tossing in a little barb: “What? No college in the fall? I thought a smart boy like you would be a lawyer or doctor for sure!” Marco’s eyes narrowed, but for some reason, he didn’t look mad. Instead, a nasty little smirk lit up Marco’s face.

“Well, Liv,” he said in an amused drawl. “I guess not all of us can be successful like your golden boy son.” Liv felt a twinge of annoyance. It was another of Marco’s nasty habits. At least her son’s other loser friends had the decency to call her Ms. Franklin. There had always been something insolent about this kid.

But suddenly, Marco leaned close, a look of hungry anticipation in his eyes. Even before he spoke, Liv felt a cold spike of fear pierce her heart.

This wasn’t a good look to see on any man’s face, her instincts screamed.

“We lesser folks need to know our place, and take whatever dirty jobs we can get.” Marco’s muddy brown eyes gleamed with perverse amusement even as his tone dropped to a murmur. “Isn’t that right…”

“...Vixen?”

Liv felt the blood drain from her face, and she was suddenly grateful that she was already leaning against her van so that it wasn’t obvious how weak and wobbly her knees had gotten. She didn’t know how her son’s little shithead friend had gotten that name, but he had to be bluffing. She had been careful.

There was no evidence.

Luckily, Liv had always been pretty good at bullshitting. “Who?” she asked casually. “Do you have me confused with someone else, kiddo?”

“Nah, Vixen,” said Marco with a cruel sneer, “I don’t think I’m confused at all.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He already had the video pulled up. This little ambush had been planned. His other shithead friends were probably stalling Elliot on purpose.

Liv looked down with sick fascination at the video playing on the screen, although she knew what she would see. She had fucking told Jerry that the promo video was a bad idea. She had known that someday it might bite her in the ass. The name “Vixen” appeared in tacky gold font on a purple background. How had Marco even fucking got a hold of this? She had called in some favors years ago to get this video scrubbed from the web completely.

On the screen, a sultry, top-heavy silhouette swayed onto the stage on ridiculously high heels. It was obvious that whoever it was was completely topless. “Put that shit away!” hissed Liv, eyes darting around to make sure no one else could see the humiliating video. But Marco waited a few seconds more, just long enough for a bright spotlight to illuminate the shadowy figure.

19-year-old Livvy Franklin, leaning back against the pole at center stage, thrusting her chest out to show off her brand-new fake tits, covered only with heart-shaped pasties.

Ok, so Liv had been a stripper. She wasn’t particularly proud of it. It was a time in her life that she tried not to think about too much. Elliot had been just a baby, his dad wasn’t in the picture, and it wasn’t easy to make ends meet. That’s all there was to it. Nothing deeper than that…

Marco locked his phone and slipped it back into the pocket of his grubby jeans. He looked like a cat that had caught a mouse. God Liv wanted to punch his smug little face in.

But that wasn’t an option currently.

“Elliot told me all about your fancy new job,” said Marco in a voice of mocking enthusiasm, “and your new high-class boyfriend. Your family’s really moving on up, isn’t it, Vixen?”

“Stop calling me that,” said Liv numbly, her mind working a thousand miles an hour, trying to see a way out of this.

Marco ignored her. “I bet your boss and boyfriend would be verrrrrry interested to see this video. Disgusted maybe… but definitely interested.”

Liv glared right into the little shit’s eyes with a piercing green glare. If he wanted her to beg and cry, then he had come to the wrong woman. “What do you want, Marco?” she asked coldly.

If Marco was intimidated by the fierce older woman glaring up at him, he didn’t show it. “Oh, nothing much. It’s just me and Elliot’s other buddies are feeling a little sore about him going off to college and leaving us behind. I just want to give them a little… equalizer. Something to make them feel like they have one up on their high-riding pal Elliot. I want Vixen to come out of retirement one last time for a little party I’m throwing.”

Liv’s guts did a complicated flip-flop inside her at the obscene suggestion. Liv had never been the best at controlling her emotions, and before she knew it, she had a fistful of Marco’s t-shirt in her hand and slammed him against the door of her van. “Listen here you nasty little perv!” she snarled, trying her best to keep her voice low, “I’m not some airheaded little slut that a worthless burnout like you can push around. Try that fucking sicko bullshit with me one more time and I’ll send you crying home to your mommy.”

Marco finally looked surprised. He had apparently expected his threats of ruining her job and her relationship to work. Marco didn’t know Liv Franklin at all. She had been fired before, and if Craig couldn’t handle her checkered past, then they probably wouldn’t work out long-term anyway. Like hell she would humiliate herself sexually for a waste of space like little Marco De Luca.

But Liv’s instincts for danger flickered again as she saw Marco’s eyes light up with cunning, his eyes looking over her shoulder. “You’d better let me go, Vixen,” he said his voice dripping with disdain. “Or your precious baby boy might see, and wonder what mommy is arguing about with his best friend.”

Liv slowly released Marco’s t-shirt from her sweaty grip, apprehension prickling the hairs on the back of her neck.

“In fact,” continued Marco with fresh confidence, “There is a lot of bad stuff your precious golden boy might see if you aren’t careful.” His eyes glittered with malice as Liv felt the blood drain from her face once again.

Marco leaned forward until his cruel, cunning face was just inches from Liv’s lovely features. “It’s just a few months left in senior year, Vixen. But that’s a looooong time to be the kid whose hot mom has a naked video going around the school. And that’s not to mention what could happen if that video got shared around campus at the college Elliot’s headed to in the fall. It might make it hard to make new upper-class friends when everybody knows your Mom’s a filthy stripper.”

“Don’t.”

That one cracked word was all that Liv could force out. She didn’t give a shit what happened to her, but she wouldn’t be able to stand it if anything bad happened to Elliot. And, as infuriating as it was, Marco was one hundred percent correct: armed with that video, he absolutely had the power to make her son’s life a living hell. As humiliating as it was, the little bastard had her by the balls.

She had no choice.

“One party,” she said in a cracked voice, feeling a hot, uncharacteristic blush stain her normally confident face.

“One party,” agreed Marco with a smug, shit-eating grin. “With a personal lap dance for yours truly.”

Liv had to resist the urge to slam the little shit back up against her van. “No phones recording,” she growled, still unable to believe that she was going through with this. The insanity of the situation was making her feel a little dizzy.

“I swear to god,” said Marco, with a mocking hand over his heart. “No phones.”

“And then the video is deleted,” whispered Liv, defeated.

“You have my word,” said Marco with a triumphant smirk.

Liv felt sick, and used, and small. She had been outmaneuvered by a burnout high schooler her son’s age. And now, for one night at least, she would be his sexual plaything. She would show off her body for her son’s friends, not only as a humiliating submission to their inappropriate desire for their friend's mom but also as a way for them to humiliate Elliot behind his back.

“You win, Marco,” she whispered in a tight, infuriated voice.

Liv chased away the faint ghost of arousal she felt at the debasing situation. That was the last thing she fucking needed right now.

“One more thing…” said Marco with a grin. “I need you to help me win a bet. Just a little thing. Well… two little things. I’ll even pay for them…”

…

Liv threw back her head and drained her flask before taking one last despairing look in the bathroom mirror.

She had to admit she looked fucking hot.

A ridiculous parody of a white dress shirt was tied just below her big fake tits, exposing a generous sliver of her pale breasts spilling out the bottom. A tiny fringe of a red tartan miniskirt barely concealed the matching plaid thong that hid beneath. The skimpy outfit was completely by huge shiny black platform heels. They would have been impossible to walk in for an average woman, but Liv had no trouble. It was like riding a bike. Once you had the knack, you never really forgot. Her silky black hair was tied up into two pigtails, and her makeup was even more dramatic than usual, with a dark cat-eye and ruby red lipstick.

The irony of being forced to dress up as a slutty schoolgirl for a bunch of 18-year-olds still in high school wasn’t lost on her. That was no doubt why Marco had insisted on this costume in the first place. A huge part of the thrill was humiliating her as much as possible, and forcing an older woman to dress up in a fetishy little girl costume for younger men was just another way to twist the knife. Liv fought down yet another upwelling of twisted arousal. No. She was stronger than that. She had put that kink behind her along with her stripping career over a decade ago.

She heard the deep rattling bass of the dance music Marco had chosen for her debut. That was her cue.

Show time.

Liv took a deep, shuddering breath. She had learned her lesson fifteen years ago when she lit up the stage of The Panther Club as “Vixen”. No matter what you felt inside, you had to show the boys calm confident enthusiasm. That lesson would be sorely tested tonight.

Liv placed her sweaty hand on the bathroom doorknob and felt her pulse pound in her ears, clashing with the deep rhythm rattling through the doors. Marco had snuck her into the back of his house in her street clothes, but when she went out that door, all of her son’s friends would see her for the first time in her slutty stripper outfit.

Fuck it. Time to rip the bandaid off.

Liv threw open the door and strode out with a fierce hip-swaying walk, her face painted with brash, sexy confidence. Her stomach turned flips as she saw the party guests. About a dozen senior boys. All of her son's friends. Maybe a dozen of them. Every pimply-faced brat who had ever slept over at their place. Liv distinctly remembered making pancakes for more than half of the boys sitting around the dimly lit living room.

And now all of their eyes watched her with the slimy superiority of strip club patrons, all respect for her as their friend’s mom stripped away. That was what made it hot: how the bossy, mature woman they knew had been transformed into a walking piece of ass.

Marco sat in pride of place in the best seat in the house, a comfy-looking recliner. He had somehow gotten his hands on a microphone, which he used to announce: “Gentlemen, may I present to your Elliot’s slutty mom. Better known as… Vixen.” The assembled boys oohed and ahhed, elbowing each other and chuckling with nervous arousal at the taboo show they were about to enjoy.

“Why don’t you give them a show they’ll remember, Vixen,” commanded Marco, gesturing to the center of the room. A stripper pole had been set up, gleaming bronze in the dim light, pulling Liv forward like a magnet. She had stopped by to check the setup yesterday and had to grudgingly admit that it was usable. Liv had no idea how Marco had swung it. He must be blowing through his savings from his shitty part-time jobs because high-quality portable stripper poles weren’t cheap. Not to mention the other little “gifts” he had bought her.

Liv swayed toward the pole, popping her hips a little as she walked to give her titties just the right amount of jiggle. She probably could have just given a stiff little awkward dance, stripped naked quickly, and claimed she had held up her end of the bargain, but something… strange was happening inside her.

The combination of the slutty stripper outfit, the gleaming pole, the slimy eyes of the boys around the edges of the room… They were waking up something inside Liv that she had thought was gone forever.

Contrary to all good sense and logic, Vixen was coming out to play.

Liv reached the pole and spun around it in a graceful circle, glaring around the room and meeting the eyes of her audience with smokey heat. The thing about Vixen was that she had always kept a dirty little secret. One that she tried to hide even from her stripper coworkers.

Liv lifted her tiny skirt to reveal her tiny plaid panties and leaned back against the pole, humping the air with smooth, lithe hip movements, maintaining smoldering eye contact with Marco. That little shit. Being forced to submit to a little nothing like him was one of the biggest humiliations of her life.

But that was the really dangerous part about this whole thing. That had been Vixen’s secret. Most strippers made some excuse to themselves about why what they were doing was necessary, or even empowering. Not Vixen. From her first day to the day Liv quit, she had always found it deeply humiliating to get up on stage and take off her clothes for men. And that was the whole point.

Because Vixen got off on humiliation. The dirtier and more degrading the job was, the hotter and wetter she would get.

Liv was careful to draw the distinction between her current self and Vixen, even as she tore off the velcroed skirt, tossing it to the hooting highschoolers and revealing her wide hips, thick thighs and juicy ass, her only covering now being the tiny porny thong.

Vixen got off on the humiliation and degradation of being a stripper. NOT Liv. She had put that self-destructive fetish behind her years ago, when she realized she was close to losing her way and falling headlong into the sex industry.

Liv leaped athletically into the air, catching the pole between her strong thighs and twirling around it, causing cheers of awe and delight from the assembled horny boys. Cocks were coming out of pants all throughout the crowd. It would never have been allowed in a strip club, but this was a private party after all.

Liv’s heart skipped a beat as she noticed how fucking massive Marco’s cock was.

She landed gracefully, her eyes unwillingly locked onto the thick cock of her son’s friend. His hand was traveling up and down its impressive length, and Liv found her hips moving and swirling to the same rhythm. It was humiliating to be demoted to spank material for this little bastard…. So deliciously humiliating…

Marco raised his free hand and sharply snapped. Liv couldn’t hear it over the pulsing rhythm, but the movement got her attention. Snapping for her like she was some kind of dog for him to command… blended rage and arousal swelled inside her. From across the room, she could read his lips.

“Show them your tits.”

Liv gulped down an unpleasant squirming feeling as she reached up to untie the cute little knot between her breasts. Normally, of course, this would have been a pretty unremarkable part of the show. No more embarrassing than when she whipped her skirt off and showed her ass.

But it was different tonight, because of the little presents that Marco had insisted on buying for her.

Liv let the end of the tied-off shirt fall loose, then, mentally steeling herself, whipped the tiny, revealing garment off completely, baring her breasts, the forbidden fruit that all these boys had lusted over. She used to get annoyed at how often they stared at her tits, but now she was presenting them for inspection in all their naked glory, allowing all her son’s obnoxious friends with wandering eyes to really get a true eyeful.

And the worst part was her nipples, still painfully puffy and swollen from their brand-new piercings.

The boys were silent for a moment, basking in the glory of the incredible tits they had fantasized about for so long. Then the piercings registered: two metal bars with shiny silver studs, one in each large pink nipple, making them forever stiff and throbbing. The stunned boys pointed and laughed and roared their approval as Marco sat with a smug look on his face.

Marco had insisted on explaining it to her when he took her to get the piercings. It amounted to an inside joke, and, if she hadn’t been the butt of that joke before, she certainly was now that the boys saw her nipples pierced and displayed for their pleasure.

It had all started when Marco had brought up at a sleepover that Liv, as a tough, “goth” woman with tattoos, was “the kind of chick who got her nipples pierced”. The idea was fascinating to the boys in attendance. Except, of course, for Elliot, who had angrily insisted that his mom’s tits were definitely, certainly not pierced. That was something only sluts did.

It became a way to tease and fuck with her son. Even though the boys didn’t really believe it was true, they would insist that they had seen a hint of the metal piercings through Liv’s bra. It was funny to watch Eliiot get livid every time.

The inside joke was that Liv was secretly a massive slut with pierced nipples, hiding it from her oblivious son. And Marco had delighted in making that a reality for tonight. Liv, of course, planned to take out the studs as soon as she got home tonight and let the holes heal over as quickly as possible. But the moment the boys had seen her revealed tits the damage had been done. There was no going back, she and her son had been ridiculed and degraded in the eyes of these boys forever.

Marco pulled up a flatback dining room chair and set near the center of the room. Then he sat, his impressive cock throbbing with dark anticipation as he raised a finger and beckoned to the older woman he had snared in his cowardly trap.

Liv told herself she had no choice as she walked forward with a hip-swaying strut. The lapdance was part of their deal. After that, she could go home and hopefully forget this ever happened. But at this point, the flame of lust was burning bright inside her. She wasn’t fully enraged or disgusted anymore. She wanted the watching boys to see her grind her ass and pussy all over this obnoxious little boy that had humiliatingly bested her.

Vixen craved the ultimate completion of her public humiliation.

Liv swayed to the rhythm in front of her seated tormenter. As much of a worthless little bad influence Marco was, he did have a pretty good body, Liv had to admit. He probably wouldn’t have any problem tricking a parade of little skanks into his bed and squirting out a half-dozen illegitimate brats. His towering cock throbbed and drooled thick, sticky precum. Liv had a hard time keeping her eyes off it.

Ok, the preliminaries were over with. Time to finish this. Liv swung a thick thigh over the lap of her son’s best friend, gave him a sultry, performative grin, and began grinding her crotch up and down the length of his cock.

Feeling a man’s thick hard shaft teasing her between her legs sent little sizzling arcs of sexual pleasure up her spine, even if the cock in question belonged to an insufferable little shit. Her pussy simply didn’t know the difference. There was a reason they didn’t let men whip their cocks out in the strip club: this was way too close to actual sex. Liv gritted her teeth against the intense sensation of the hot flesh rubbing intimately against her.

Liv gasped as Marco reached up, taking her naked tits in hand, and, with odd gentleness, began playing with the newly-pierced nipples. Liv resisted the urge to slap his hands away as the other boys eagerly watched Marco finally experience what they had all dreamed about for so long: feeling up the magnificent tits of their buddy Elliot’s mom.

“You know,” said Marco beneath her, rubbing his thumbs in tight circles on her sore nipples as her hips humped his cock. “I didn’t just find a random video online. I did a little… research.”

Something about his tone made Liv’s instincts for danger twinge. But at this point, she was having a hard time controlling herself. Against her wishes, her body was warming up to the feeling of Marco’s rough thumbs on her tender nipples… his big hard cock between her legs. She could only listen with horror as gentle whimpers of pleasure began to build in her throat.

“I talked to your old boss at the Panther Club,” said Marco with a shit-eating grin. “And he told me something interesting.” One of his hands left her tits and slipped behind her, gripping a full ass cheek and pulling her even tighter against his throbbing cock.

“He told me that Vixen got so turned on by her performances that if you went and saw her afterward…” He looked up at her with twisted hunger in his shit-brown eyes. “... She just couldn’t say ‘No’.”

Liv shook her head wildly, her heart racing. Shit. Her old stage manager Jerry was such a fucking slimeball. She had made him swear never to tell anyone that she had worked at the Panther Club, and what did he do? Gave her dirtiest, most shameful secret to a fucking 18-year-old boy who had come sniffing around.

That fucking bastard!

 “He was making it up,” said Liv desperately, her panties still rubbing up and down the length of Marco’s cock in long tight strokes, “It’s not true.”

Marco laughed quietly. “Bitch, you soaked through your fucking thong. I can feel your juice on my cock. It’s true. Now, don’t you think the pussy grinding has gone on long enough? Time for some ass grinding, Vixen.”

Breathing heavily and trying to keep her thighs together to prevent the other boys from noticing her shameful wetness, Liv turned and positioned herself to grind her big bouncy ass over Marco’s cock.

She was just about to get started when she felt Marco reach confidently up and pull her thong to the side, exposing her dripping pussy.

Liv’s heart beat loudly in her ears as she stayed in her awkward half-crouch above Marco’s lap. Marco had been subtle. The other boys still didn’t seem to have caught on to what exactly was happening. She swore she could feel the heat of Marco’s cock from below on her exposed pussy.

“Wouldn’t it be so satisfying to give in completely to your humiliation Vixen?” said Marco in a low, beguiling voice. “I called you here tonight to embarrass you and your son. To show these boys that the forbidden, beautiful, confident mom they all secretly lusted for was actually a pathetic slut all along. Wouldn’t it be just perfect to prove me right in front of everyone?

Marco’s cock was just inches from her suddenly aching pussy. Liv’s knees wobbled from holding the awkward position. Marco’s voice was low and evil and mocking: “C’mon, Vixen. We both know you can’t say ‘no’.”

In the days that followed, Liv’s mind would try to come up with some excuse. She was tricked. She was forced. She had no choice.

But she would always come up against the inescapable, shameful fact: It was she who lowered her hips. It was she who sank Marco’s thick cock up to the hilt into her hot, slick pussy. In the end, Marco was right. She couldn’t say ‘No’.

Liv let out a sound that was half snarl of rage and half moan of pleasure as she began moving her hips, fucking herself on the massive cock of her son’s best friend. The surrounding audience of boys fell into shocked silence. It couldn’t be what it looked like, could it? There was no way…

But Marco was a teenage boy, and he wasn’t going to take his triumph humbly. He reached down with firm hands and pried Liv’s thick thighs apart, displaying his conquest to the crowd: his teen cock buried deep in Liv’s juicy, forbidden pussy.

This time the boys didn’t go wild, they simply stared in awe and began stroking their cocks faster and harder. Their leader had done it: gone beyond even their wildest dreams. The extent of their hopes had been to maybe see Ms. Franklin’s naked tits one day. But Marco was fucking her. Publically conquering Elliot’s slutty young mom and making her his bitch.

Liv let out a series of shameful slutty moans as she bounced harder and harder on the cock of a boy she despised, heavily jolting her tender tits as she rose and fell. It was excruciatingly humiliating to give this little bastard access to something he should never have in a million years… to submit to someone utterly beneath her. And all of it in public, in front of these other boys who used to be in awe of her.

Marco’s hands snaked up from behind her, gripping her swollen nipples once again, this time with cruel firmness, drawing a hiss of pain and pleasure from her throat. “You can run all you want,” whispered Marco in her ear, “But you will always be a slutty stripper deep down inside, Vixen.”

Liv moaned in emotional pain and physical pleasure as her pussy spasmed and milked the hated cock thrusting inside her.

“And your little boy can run off to college and leave his white trash friends behind, but he will always be the loser with a mom who stripped for his friends and fucked me in front of everybody. Now. On your knees, slut.”

And without warning, Marco withdrew and pushed Liv down to her knees. She tried to protest. She tried to get up, but her knees were too weak. And Marco was already stroking his cock, still wet from her juices, just inches from her face. By the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late. Marco was marking her, splattering a thick load of hot sperm all over her face and pierced tits as the surrounding crowd erupted into cheers.

Liv looked up at him, cum covered tits heaving with passion, her eyes blazing with loathing and twisted arousal. Marco looked back at her with smug superiority while flicking one last drop of cum down onto her face. The clear victor in this battle of wills.

“Thanks, Ms. Franklin,” he said with a cocky grin. “You’re the coolest mom ever!”

…

Marco flopped back on the sofa with a deep sigh. A very very satisfying evening. That would teach Elliot and his stuck-up mom to look down on him.

His friend Corey came up, holding an old handheld camera in his hands

Marco leaned forward with interest. “Did you get it, man? Did you catch the whole thing?” he asked eagerly.

Corey nodded with a small frown. “Yeah. Although I have to say it sort of sucked to have to hide behind a curtain the whole time.” He handed the digital camcorder to Marco, who stared at the screen with obvious excitement.

“Not to worry,” said Marco confidently, his eyes glued to the small screen as he replayed Ms. Franklin’s slutty show. “I’ll make sure you have a great seat next time.”

“Why did you even want me to use that old thing?” asked Corey irritably. “I think it takes worse videos than most of our phones.”

“Easy,” said Marco, looking up for just a moment from the camera, “Because I promised the slut no one would record with their phones. I never said anything about cameras.”

Then he focused completely on the video, his eyes wide with delight and his cock stiffening again.

Things aren’t finished between us Vixen, he thought.

 They’re just getting started.