The Humiliation of Veronica Sweet Ch. 1 (Patreon)

Now this particular story has never seen the light of day anywhere. It's part of an ongoing series concocted by myself and the creator of the Sweet Universe about humiliating his milf character. Since it's unreleased it's the perfect way to kick off my Patreon and reward new Patrons. I'd also like to mention my posts won't always be focused on the Sweet Family lol.

A thin shaft of sunlight pierced the shadowy gloom of Veronica and Henry’s bedroom like a lance and landed squarely on Veronica’s sleeping form. She was sprawled across the middle of the bed, her lower half partially covered by a blanket and only a flimsy negligee covering her chest. One of her massive breasts had popped out some time in the night, likely when she and Henry were fucking like teenagers, and she hadn’t bothered to cover it back up before falling asleep. Now she was snoring contentedly as the sun climbed higher and higher into the sky. Henry had already left for work and since it was a Sunday she had no reason to be awake at any reasonable hour. It wasn’t until her neighbor’s obnoxious car alarm sounded that Veronica was woken from her stupor with a very unladylike grunt and jerk. 

Sitting up and looking around the dark room, Veronica’s half focused eyes searched for the reason she was suddenly conscious. By the time her wits returned to her the car alarm had stopped and she was properly awake. With a scowl worthy of Margaret Thatcher Veronica fell back against her pillow and sighed. She was going to give her neighbor an earful the next time she saw him, it was the fifth time this week she’d been woken up by his ridiculously sensitive car alarm! As she lay there thinking about what she could occupy her day with Veronica’s well trained ears picked up a familiar sound. The faint sounds of Jack and Sarah arguing could just be heard over the various noises of their busy street and creaking house. She caught the words ‘cheating’ and ‘rematch’ before she stopped listening to climb out of bed. With a sigh and a yawn Veronica trudged into her bathroom and stepped into the shower. Almost as an afterthought she tossed her cum soaked lingerie into a nearby hamper before turning on the deliciously warm water. 

“They’d better be done arguing by the time I get out!” Veronica thought to herself.

She took a relatively quick shower, mainly to wash the cum off her stomach and out of her hair, and left the steamy bathroom within ten minutes. In no mood to dress up Veronica settled on a simple black lace bra, matching panties, and her favorite beige sweater dress. She took the smallest amount of time possible to blow dry her hair before tying it into her trademark bun and sauntering out of her bedroom. She strolled into the kitchen to see both Sarah and Jack in the back yard with Teddy, the three of them circled around something between the lawn chairs. The surprise of seeing Sarah outside of, seemingly, her own volition quickly faded into curiosity as Veronica noticed a package sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen. It was impeccably wrapped in brown paper and the only writing on it was a very neatly penned note that said ‘For Veronica’. 

“This couldn’t have been mailed here . . .” Veronica muttered, “Someone must’ve dropped it off for me . . .”

Assuming it was a present from Henry Veronica snatched up the package and tore off the wrapping paper without a second thought. Underneath was an unassuming brown box that she wasted no time tearing open as well. When all it’s contents were laid out on the table Veronica quickly returned to being confused. If it was a gift from Henry it was easily the strangest thing he’d ever given her, aside from Sarah. Inside the box was a small, wireless headset, a sealed manila folder filled with what felt like pictures, a folded piece of paper, and a tube of lipstick. With a furrowed brow and considerable pout Veronica picked up the paper and unfolded it. To her dismay the only thing written on it, with the same handwriting as the words on the wrapping paper, was ‘put in the earpiece in’. A shiver of uncertainty crept down Veronica’s spine and she instinctively looked at Jack and Sarah for a moment before looking around the kitchen in suspicion. Still uncertain but more curious than ever Veronica put the earpiece into her left ear and switched it on. Henry better be planning something good.

“Hello Mrs. Sweet.” A cool, genderless voice murmured.

Veronica started slightly, her hand flying up to her ear, “Who are you?!” She demanded.

“Just a voice in your head. But unlike the others I’m on you’re going to listen to.”

“Like hell I am!” Veronica’s fingers closed around the earpiece but before she could tear it out the voice on the other end spoke again.

“Before you do that you should open the manila folder. Inside are twenty eight reasons why you’ll be doing as I say.”

Despite her better judgement Veronica opened the folder and poured it’s contents onto the smooth marble countertop. The moment her eyes fell on what was inside Veronica gasped and covered her mouth with one hand. Lying on the island was a collection of glossy photographs, every single one featuring her in some sort of sexual act. She was being fucked by dogs, her students, Jack, Sarah, an elephant, and all manner of other things. Each picture clearly showed her face and many of them had dates written on the back in the same neat handwriting. Whoever had taken these had been following her for some time and hadn’t been shy about capturing her at her most vulnerable. Just the pictures of her with her students would be enough to land her in jail!

“H-how did you get all of these?!” She hissed.

“With a camera.”

Veronica scowled down at the pictures for a moment before hurriedly stuffing them back into the folder, “What the fuck do you want? We have money.”

“You certainly do. Sarah and Jack must be very comfortable.”

Veronica’s entire body went rigid and the mention of her children, “Don’t you dare talk about my kids!”

“Of course Mrs. Sweet. It’s you I’m interested in anyways."

“I’m not going to fuck you.” Veronica spat.

“While that would certainly be an impressive feat that’s not what I want. Instead you’re going to ‘fuck’ whatever I tell you to.”

“What?!”

“It’s really very simple,” The voice said with a hint of amusement, “You’ll keep this earpiece in at all times, it’s waterproof, and when I feel like I’ll give you instructions that you are to follow to the letter."

“And if I refuse?”

“If you refuse, try to contact the police, or take the earpiece out copies of those photos go to the police, the superintendent, and your husband.” A cold pit formed in Veronica’s stomach and her gaze returned to Sarah and Jack, “You’ll lose your job, family, and most likely your freedom. I trust your pride isn’t worth that much?”

“Do it for Jack. For Henry and Sarah.” Veronica told herself, “Do it for them. You have to.”

“Do you understand what’s going to happen?”

“Yes.” Veronica said through clenched teeth.

“Good. Now get your phone and send Henry a text. It’s time for another family movie night.”

Six hours later Veronica found herself standing in front of the small mirror hanging above her dresser staring at her own reflection despondently. One hand slowly drifted up to the small earpiece hidden behind her neatly combed auburn hair as she leaned against the burnished wood beneath her. She hadn’t heard anything from her blackmailer since she’d set up a movie night with Henry but his silence only put her on edge. The last words she’d heard from him were simply, ‘I’ll be watching’ and it was all she could do to keep her cool and ignore the sound of Henry’s car pulling into the garage. She still had instructions to follow and as much as she hated the voice in her ear Veronica wouldn’t risk losing the life she’d built or the family she loved for anything. She would play along as long as she had to and the moment the voice slipped up, and it would slip up, she was going to bury him.

“In a shallow grave . . .” Veronica thought with a snarl.

A knock on the door stirred Veronica from her dark thoughts and Jack’s voice pierced the thick wooden door, “Mom? Are you coming downstairs?”

“Yes sweetheart, I’ll be down in a few minutes!” Veronica replied, her tone contrasting harshly with her expression. 

Shaking her head at the injustice of it all Veronica snatched up the thin tube of lipstick that had been delivered along with the incriminating pictures. Popping the top off and carefully applying it t her pursed lips, Veronica couldn’t help but sneer at the color. Of course her blackmailer had chosen ‘whore red’ as the color! It was exactly the kind of lipstick the prostitutes on crime shows had on and so far beneath Veronica’s usual choice it took all of her willpower to not immediately wipe it away. She was still wearing her usual sweater dress but in lieu of her preferred panties and bra her blackmailer had picked out the skimpiest g string and lace bra Veronica owned. Both were deep purple with her thong not so much covering her pussy as disappearing into it and her bra more or less just pushing out her massive tits while keeping her nipples almost completely visible. Underneath her sweater dress Veronica looked like a pornstar right about to start filming. Putting on that exact lipstick had been one of the only explicit instructions she’d been given, along with what she was to do during movie night, and Veronica hoped it would remain that way. When her lipstick had been applied to perfectly accentuate her full, sultry lips Veronica carelessly tossed the tube back onto her dresser. 

She turned on her heel and strolled confidently out of the bedroom and into the hall, certain she was being watched every step of the way. She emerged into the living room a minute later to see Henry and Sarah sitting on the couch and Jack sitting in front of the table with his neck tilted back to look at the T.V.

“Don’t sit so close to the T.V. Jack.” Veronica admonished, “Sit in the love seat.”

“Okay mom . . .” Jack said morosely.

“Wow honey!” Henry remarked, looking at her with one arm draped over the back of the couch, “You look amazing! Why’d you put on makeup, we’re just watching a movie.”

Veronica smiled haughtily at Henry’s comment, choosing to believe he was referring to her eyeshadow, blush, and perfume instead of her lipstick, “Because I wanted to wear it.”

“Okay,” Henry chuckled, “Well come have a seat.” He patted the cushions between himself and Sarah, “Sarah picked Frozen this week.”

“Hmph!” Jack grumbled.

“Serves you right for making me watch that stupid movie last week!” Sarah muttered.

“Oh no I think I’ll sit in the armchair,” Veronica said quickly, “I don’t want to cram myself between you two!”

“Are you sure? There’s plenty of room!”

“Sit between them Veronica.” The voice in her ear whispered.

Swallowing nervously and putting on a nonchalant expression Veronica shrugged, “I suppose I can sit there . . .”

Veronica barely registered the looks of surprise on Henry and Sarah’s face, her mind was too preoccupied with her predicament, “How on earth am I supposed to do this between them?” She thought, “They’re going to find out for sure! What happens if—what happens when I’m discovered? What will Henry think?! How could I possibly explain this to him? To Jack?”

As if reading her mind the voice chimed in as she sat down, “Don’t worry about being discovered. I have contingency plans for that.”

Not the least bit reassured Veronica shifted slightly, “Where’s Teddy?” She asked, “I thought he loved this movie.”

“He’s out with some friends,” Sarah said with a smile, “He said something about ‘paying his respects to the old guard’ I think.”

“Uh huh . . .” Veronica could only assume he was seeing other teddy bears from England but as the movie started she was quickly forced to think of other things.

There was no way she’d be able to do anything with her lower half so exposed, Henry and Sarah might be clueless but even they weren’t that blind! With a subtle glance around the room Veronica searched for something to cover herself with. The one saving grace of her predicament, if there was any, was that night had already fallen and her family had pulled the curtains shut over the bay windows in the living room. Veronica liked to think that that might affect her blackmailer’s visibility but there was little chance of that. After searching in vain through most of the previews Veronica happened to glance at Jack and spot a bundled up blanket beneath her son’s restlessly shifting body. That was her ticket out of this intrusive and humiliating challenge!

“Sweetheart, could you hand me that blanket?” Veronica asked, “I’m a little cold.”

“Sure mom.” Jack said.

Veronica took the blanket with a word of thanks and a slightly unconvincing smile. Luckily Jack was too busy being annoyed at Sarah to pay much attention to her. Throwing the quilt over as much of her body as she could, Veronica’s hand inconspicuously slid beneath the covers and towards her already moist pussy. The blanket absolutely reeked of Jack and Henry, the smell of her son and husband further stimulating her hyperactive libido. Her mind remained angry and bitter but her body was having no such trouble. Before her fingers even touched her slit Veronica had sunk several inches lower into the couch. Her eyes nervously darted from Henry to Sarah several times before she took a conspicuously deep breath and tried to steel herself. 

“Tick tock Mrs. Sweet.” The voice said, “You only have one hundred and two minutes to climax.”

Doing her best to not outwardly acknowledge the taunting voice in her ear, Veronica bit her lower lip and slid her trembling hand beneath the lacy fabric of her thong. Her fingers glided through the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above her cunt before coming to a halt on either side of her damp, quivering lips. Knowing it was now or never Veronica took a slightly ragged breath and plunged middle and ring fingers up to the knuckle into her pussy. A bolt of pleasure arced through her body and she did her best not to let out an audible moan as her inner walls quivered and tightened around the sudden intruders. A trickle of something hot and shameful seeped out of her, soaking the couch, her sweater dress, and even the blanket in seconds. As her fingers slowly started to pull out of her trembling hole Veronica shot a quick glance at Henry and Sarah. Both seemed totally oblivious to her actions, their eyes glued to the screen, but their proximity made Veronica’s heart beat so fast she was amazed nobody could hear it. By the time her slick digits were free of her cunt Veronica was breathing hard enough to give herself away in an instant. Luckily neither her husband nor her daughter seemed interested in anything but T.V. and Veronica was able to slide her fingers back in without so much as a glance. She wasted no time pumping them in and out in a steady flow, going just slow enough to avoid making too much noise and just fast enough to keep a constant ripple of pleasure coursing through her.

Each time Veronica’s hand pushed inwards her palm brushed against her clit and sent a particularly powerful jolt through extremities. Warm fluids were absolutely soaking the hem of her dress and oozing all the way down to her plump, quivering buttocks. Every slightest movement of her fingers inside her cunt was amplified by a thousand with her entire family so close. Veronica’s unfocused eyes drifted around the room as she slowly lost herself more and more in what she was doing. For the briefest moment Veronica let out a small moan and her eyes flew wide in fear. Her hands continued their motions on and in her cunt while the rest of her body went rigid. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Henry glance at her for a moment, his blue eyes gaze doing nothing to stop her fingers from mercilessly pounding her slutty hole. Eventually Henry looked away and Veronica breathed a small sigh of relief while her fingers danced over her puffy outer lips before plunging back in like a cock. Her animalistic urges were slowly taking over, her fingers moving of their volition to rub and push against the sensitive spots within her slit. The walls of her cunt were pulsing and squeezing harder than ever as a rising wave built within her stomach. Veronica could feel it coming to a head faster and faster, every passing second feeling like an eternity. Her free hand, unable to stop trembling, quickly disappeared beneath the blanket to lightly pinch her stiff and sensitive clit. Veronica, so focused on herself, didn’t notice Sarah moving until the only thing covering her shame was suddenly sliding to her right.

“Don’t hog all the covers mom!” Sarah whispered.

Before Veronica could react Sarah lifted the blanket and a sudden gust of chilly, sobering air flooded her cum soaked legs. Veronica tensed and inhaled sharply as Sarah’s mostly bare leg pressed against hers. The feeling of her daughter’s soft thigh rubbing and pushing against her goosebumps riddled skin made Veronica squirm in barely contained pleasure. Ever so slightly pushing back and rubbing herself against Sarah, Veronica’s fingers went into overdrive in her cunt. Fingering herself while sharing a blanket with her daughter was so dirty, so depraved Veronica could scarcely believe it. Every fiber of her rational mind hated what it was doing to her, how wet it made her pussy and how hard it made her nipples, but her body didn’t care. Try as she might Veronica couldn’t stop her hips from softly gyrating and pushing back against her ever moving fingers. Each time her digits slid into her Veronica’s entire body would tense and she’d push back against her hand. When they would retreat a shiver would run through her and she’d let out a pent up breath, her massive chest heaving and jiggling beneath her dress. The soft lining of her bra rubbed pleasingly against her hard nipples, adding a wonderful undercurrent of soft pleasure to contrast with the sharp peaks and valleys echoing from her cunt.

“Lower Mrs. Sweet.” The voice suddenly commanded, “We both know you’re not opposed to anal.”

Knowing she wasn’t in any position to refuse Veronica scowled and sank a little lower, sliding out just enough to gain access to her pussy juice soaked asshole. Her middle finger swirled around her puckered hole, smearing her fluids all over and making her pussy quiver in jealousy. After a few seconds of thorough lubing Veronica pushed into her ass with one long, smooth stroke. Just as before she didn’t stop until her finger was buried up to the knuckle within her second hole. She could feel every slightest movement of her writhing middle finger in her ass and pussy, the pleasure compounding deliciously in ways that made her entire body squirm. While her other hand continued to tease and rub her clit Veronica set about pleasuring the sensitive inner walls of her ass. Her body alternated between tightening hungrily around her single digit and pushing against it like she was giving birth. The steady flow of juices seeping out of her pussy cascaded over her finger, a good deal slipping into her ass to slosh murkily inside her. 

Within minutes of teasing her ass Veronica felt a particularly sharp spike of pleasure, her body ached for more and she was almost horny enough to find it. Unused to and unsatisfied by anything less than a fat cock buried inside her Veronica effortlessly slid another finger into her hole and slowly increased the speed. She could feel the walls of her cunt through her ass and every push and prod against them made her outer lips quiver even more. Veronica wanted to pinch her aching nipples so badly it was almost like torture, she could feel them pushing against her bra, struggling to get out and be attended to. Suddenly the dirtiest, most depraved part of her mind conjured up and image of Jack and Sarah sucking her breasts while Henry pounded her slutty holes with his nice, thick cock. She could fingers Sarah’s soft little cunt with one hand, stroke Jack’s growing manhood with the other, and stare into her husband’s eyes all at the same time! She knew it would never, and could never happen but just the mere thought was enough for her let out another audible moan. It was mostly drowned out by the movie but the close call was enough to snap Veronica out of her fantasy. The arousal that had come from the thoughts still remained though and Veronica made sure to capitalize on it as much as she could. With two fingers moving in a steady come hither motion inside her ass and her hyper sensitive nub practically exploding with pleasure it took Veronica less than a minute to finally climax.

“Oh God! Oh God! OH GOOOOOOOD!” Veronica’s ecstasy flooded brain thought.

Gritting her teeth hard enough to make her jaw ache and doing her best to not make a peep, Veronica’s eyes rolled back in her head as toe curling orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Both holes tightened like they’d never tightened before and Veronica’s back arched hard enough to make her tits bounce like two big bowls of jelly. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire and it took all of her waning self-control to remain silent. A jet of clear liquid erupted from her cunt, spraying messily over her inner thighs and splashing against her hand. From behind her tightly shut eyelids Veronica saw an explosion of lights and colors as ecstasy washed over her. Her entire body shook like mad, her legs clamped tightly around her hands and her mouth clamped shut. Pungent fluids continued to seep out of her at an alarming rate, soaking the blanket, her dress, thighs, and the couch beneath her trembling ass cheeks. Her hands slid limply to her sides and she lay there like a rag doll, gently twitching while her lips hung open in a silent moan while her hips weakly thrusted and gyrated against the air. Pleasure continued to course through her like jolts of electricity while her asshole and pussy, slightly agape from the vigorous fingering, quivered and pulsed. Eventually the flow of juices slowed to a soft trickle and Veronica’s fingers slid out of her ass with an almost audible pop. 

Then, as quickly as it had come, Veronica’s orgasm started to fade at an alarming rate as reality set back in. Somehow none of her family had noticed what had transpired: Henry and Sarah were totally engrossed in the movie and Jack seemed to be nodding off. Veronica sat up as casually as she could and took a deep breath. Her head felt like it was swimming in a fog and she could just make out the sound of her juices dripping from the blanket onto the hardwood floors. Her cheeks darkened in shame at the realization and they only grew darker when she heard a familiar voice in her ear.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” The voice taunted.

“What’s that sound?” Jack asked, perking up and looking around the living room.

“It sounds like a faucet leaking somewhere.” Sarah added.

“I’ll go check the kitchen,” Henry said, “You don’t have to pause the movie I’ll still be able to hear it.”

Henry rose from the couch after giving Veronica a soft kiss on the cheek. Her body still overwhelmed with pleasure, Veronica barely registered the motion. What little of her brain did felt a sudden rush of guilt, happiness, regret, shame, arousal, and a host of other confusing emotions. She was so overcome all Veronica could do was lay there like a sack of potatoes and let the last vestiges of her climax fade away. The slow drip of her pussy juices gradually slowed and after what felt like an hour feeling returned to her extremities. Her breathing, while still labored and heavy, wasn’t nearly as obvious as before. She could feel her daughter fidgeting and pushing against her, Veronica’s widespread legs and posture pushing Sarah against the armrest. Even if she’d hadn’t been coming down from a secret orgasm Veronica probably wouldn’t have cared, right now Sarah’s discomfort was at the bottom of her list. Eventually Henry returned and plopped down on the couch, his arm sliding comfortably around Veronica’s shoulders and subtly pulling her into him.

“Are you alright honey?” Henry whispered, leaning in close, “You’re face is really red . . .”

“I’m . . . I’m fine . . .” Veronica murmured.

Slumping back against the couch and breathing a sigh of relief Veronica watched the rest of the movie in an unfocused haze. The voice in her ear hadn’t made a peep and she could only assume that meant she’d done a good job. By the time she’d ‘finished’ nearly two thirds of the movie was over and everyone, including her, were sleepily yawning. Veronica settled into a comfortable slouch and did her best to ignore the damp spots she’d left all over the couch. Her eyes stared in a half open trance at the screen as her brain struggled, or refused, to process all that had just happened. It wasn’t until the end credits started rolling and everyone started shifting and talking that she really came back to her senses. By the time enough of her mind returned for her to start moving she was greeted with Henry’s concerned expression.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Henry asked as Sarah and Jack stood up and wished them both a goodnight.

Veronica nodded, her gaze directed everywhere but Henry. With the high of her climax all but gone Veronica’s neglected shame and anger at the situation was returning in droves, “I’m fine Henry, really.”

“Okay . . .” Henry replied, clearly unconvinced.

“I’ll be upstairs in a few minutes.” Veronica said with a small smile. She managed to look into Henry’s eyes for a fraction of a second as she spoke and that seemed to mollify him.

“Okay. If I’m already asleep then goodnight dear.”

Henry leaned in and softly kissed her cheek before rising from the couch. After giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze and flashing that same smile that had made her say yes to him all those years ago Henry left the living room. Veronica waited until she could hear his footsteps disappearing up the stairs to stand up and hurriedly bundle up her blanket. A very telling stain was spread across the fabric that had been covering her lower half and even from a foot away Veronica could smell her fluids. Considering everyone in her family knew the smell and taste of her vagina it was nothing short of a miracle that she hadn’t been caught!

“Well done Mrs. Sweet.” The voice congratulated, “I think you missed your calling as an actress, I could barely tell what you were doing.”

“Why the fuck did I have to do it if you could barely see?!” Veronica hissed, walking briskly to the washing machine and stuffing the blanket in with a scowl.

“Because I told you to. If you’re worried about my pleasure I can assure you, I enjoyed myself plenty.”

“I don’t care. Are we done now?”

“Done?” For the first time the voice in her ear laughed and just like always it was completely impossible to tell any gender from it, “Why would I go through all the trouble of photographing your proclivities for one evening? No Mrs. Sweet, you have plenty more to do.

Dread filled her entire body and it felt like her stomach was sinking into the floor as Veronica listened to those words. Her hands shook against the cool metal of the washing machine and her entire body felt like it was submerged in ice. She’d barely gotten away with what she’d just done, how was she supposed to do more! And Veronica knew that everything she did at the behest of her blackmailer was only giving them more ammunition to keep her under their control! There was nothing she wouldn’t do for her family but how long could she keep it up before she made a mistake and Henry caught her? How long before the voice got bored and released the pictures anyways? She couldn’t let it go on, she couldn’t let any of that happen.

“I have to stop this. I have to beat him . . .” Veronica thought. “I can’t let him win!”