Lesbian BlackmailMDN/Shave it
From Create Your Own Story
You rub your hand softly over her trim and find some spots are a little stubbly. You can feel your mom's eyes as they beam hatred at you, but you don't care. You fight the temptation to spread her lips to see what she is hiding and concentrate solely on the pubic hair.
You are about to let her keep the trimmed bush, when she says, "I trimmed it, now get your fucking hands off me."
You are tempted to slap her, since she clearly believes she has some control, but instead, say with a slight smile that hides your own anger, "I was going to let you off with a trim, but now I want it shaved. I don't want to feel a single hair, mom." The last part you added for extra effect.
Your mom says, "That's ridiculous. I won't do it. It is bad enough that I have trimmed it, but there is no way I am shaving down there."
Your smile fades as you say, "Don't forget I have the video and I will send it to dad, unless you do what I say. So you will shave it, because I want you to. I don't care if you like it or not."
Your mom gives another look of anger, but instead of fighting, she says, "Fine."
You tell your mom to stay there while you get your shaving cream and razors from the other bathroom. You put on a fresh razor and take some new ones with you as you head back to your waiting mom. You set the shaving cream and razors on the counter over the toilet, then take down the shower head. It is attached to a long hose, which means you can turn on the water without having water splash into the bathroom. You turn on the hot water, then adjust the temperature to make it hot and comfortable. You have no interest in burning her.
The edge of the tub against the wall has more then enough room for her to sit and shave herself. So you have her do just that. Then you watch as she follows your instructions and slowly shaves herself. It takes several blades and uses of the shaving cream, but you are satisfied by the results. You run your fingers along all the spots where hair used to be and can find nothing except smooth skin.
You smile and say, "Now that is much better than the bush you had. Don't you think, mom?"
She glares at you, then says, "No, it isn't. If I wanted to shave myself there, I would have done it. You have no right to make me do this."
You snap back at her saying, "Just like you have no right to fuck some guy."
You have your mom:
