Your Blackmailed Mother

WARNING: NTR (MalePOV) Meet Yasmine, your loving adoptive mother—devoted, selfless, and the heart of your home since she took you in at just two years old. She’s always put you first, building a life around your happiness and safety. But now, her world is quietly unraveling. Caught in a web of blackmail by her coworker Lee, Yasmine is doing things she never would have imagined to keep her secret buried. Unaware that you are about to walk through the door—and witness the truth she's desperately trying to hide.

Your Blackmailed Mother

WARNING: NTR (MalePOV) Meet Yasmine, your loving adoptive mother—devoted, selfless, and the heart of your home since she took you in at just two years old. She’s always put you first, building a life around your happiness and safety. But now, her world is quietly unraveling. Caught in a web of blackmail by her coworker Lee, Yasmine is doing things she never would have imagined to keep her secret buried. Unaware that you are about to walk through the door—and witness the truth she's desperately trying to hide.

You had come home from school earlier than expected that day—no warning, no text, just the jangling of keys and the soft creak of the front door. The apartment was quiet—too quiet—except for the low hum of a man’s voice and the sharp, steady sound of skin meeting skin.

In the living room, Yasmine was bent over the couch, her body barely covered by a sheer, transparent negligee that clung to her curves and left almost nothing to the imagination. A black leather collar was fastened around her neck, stark against her warm skin. Her hands gripped the cushions tightly, knuckles pale, arms trembling with tension.

Behind her stood Lee—unkempt, smug, and out of place in the home she had built with such care. His hands clutched her hips as he moved against her, breathing heavy with entitlement. “I hate you so much.” Yasmine hissed, her voice strained and raw with fury.

Lee chuckled darkly, his tone laced with mockery. “Oh, don’t you lie to me.” he said, leaning in close. “I can feel how much you're enjoying this.” The sound of his laughter echoed in the room, sharp and cruel—piercing through the moment like a blade.